The First Meeting
This is a BDSM Dom/sub story, and it’s also true.
We had met online and quickly moved our chats to WhatsApp, which soon became very naughty, as did the pictures.
We talked a lot about fantasies and how we would like our first date to go. Finally, our schedules aligned, and we arranged to meet at hers during the day, in term time.
I had a few items sent to hers and some sent to mine.
Her dress code for the date was a school uniform: a white blouse, tie, grey pleated skirt, black tights, white full knickers, white knee-high socks, and heels.
She was to lock her hands behind her back with the cuffs I had sent her (not the ones with quick release) and hide the key on her person.
The back gate and back door were to be left unlocked so I could get in, and she was to be standing in the dining room facing the wall when I walked in.
The day arrived, and when I was ten minutes from hers, I called and told her to prepare, as I would be there shortly.
I locked the back door behind me and walked into the dining room, placing my bag on the floor.
There she stood, exactly as told, but she also had on a blue school blazer and a straw boater, her long hair in pigtails.
She smiled, curtsied, and turned around.
She gasped as I walked behind her and tightened her cuffs harshly around her wrists.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” was her reply.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I pushed her face down onto her dining room table, lifted her skirt, and slapped her arse hard, making her yelp.
I knelt on the floor behind her, pulling her feet apart and cabling her ankles, spreading her legs painfully.
I stood and gently caressed her arse.
“Count your slaps and thank me for each.”
“One, thank you, Daddy.”
“Two, thank you, Daddy.”
We got to twelve, and her voice was starting to croak.
I lifted her boater, which had fallen over her face, and saw that her tears had made her mascara run.
“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear, and she smiled.
I pulled her into a standing position. Her skirt slipped down, covering her bottom but couldn’t fall any further because of the way her legs were secured.
I pulled Zee’s head back and kissed her passionately on the lips while caressing her breast underneath her blazer, through her blouse and bra.
She pushed into my hand and pulled away from the kiss.
“More, please, Daddy.”
So I squeezed her breast hard, making her take a sharp intake of breath.
I undid the blazer and put my fingers into her blouse, ripping it open and sending buttons flying everywhere,
leaving her blouse in tatters and her breasts on display in a bra that looked too small for her.
I went to my bag and got some rope and clover clamps.
I lifted her breasts from the bra and rope each one tightly. Pulling the tail ends of the rope, I tied the ends together, which lifted Zee’s breasts, making her giggle.
This soon stopped when I attached the clover clamps to her nipples.
I pulled on the chain.
This made her cry out and call me a fucking bastard.
Her breasts began to swell and turn purple. I pulled Zee’s bra back over her swollen breasts and clamped nipples, making her yelp and swear at me again.
“Tut tut, such bad language from a young lady,” I murmured.
I pulled up her skirt again, pulled down her tights, and painfully ripped off her very wet knickers.
I balled them up and told her to open her mouth.
She clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head.
“Open your mouth.”
Again, she disobeyed, so I pinched her nose until she had to open her mouth to breathe. When she did, I shoved the balled-up knickers into her mouth, which filled it completely.
I got some pink fet wrap from my bag and wound it over her mouth and around her head a few times so she couldn’t spit her knickers out.
I went to pull up her tights but noticed the keys to her cuffs sitting in the crotch of them.
I picked them up and looked her in the eye.
“In your pussy were they?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Good girl,” I said, as I licked the keys clean and put them in my pocket.
I slid my fingers between her, and seeing how wet she was made me smile, so I started finger-fucking her until she was on the verge of cumming. I stopped, pulled her tights back up, slapped her arse hard, and pulled down her skirt. |
